Lyrics:
hell is hot
I'm working for the kingdom, like working in a shop
Convicted by the gospel, but it don't never stop
Cover my heart, cover my love
Cover my
We've got double wides and single mamas
Back-pew gossip and beauty-shop drama
Groceries at the Dollar Tree
Two buck, truck stop Orange Crush ICEE
novels
When I say it's Well Done I just hit up Drama (know that)
This the food for your soul like I'm speakin' gospel (woo)
And I strangle the beat like
Remember spitting some real lyrics
That'll wreck shop
It was all about skill and creativity
We were built for longevity
But now it's became like
Hardy creps
Walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like
You ain't creamed
on the block
entrepreneur who maneuver with a business or shop
small time hustler that’s whipping the pot
If you were blessed with a talent use the gift that you
Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like
You ain't creamed before
I shop in a place you ain't
It's a book shop)
Uh, how about Biggles Combs His Hair?
(No, no, we don't have that one, funny)
The Gospel According To Charlie Drake?
(No, no, no, try
Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails
Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells
Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell
Violin, good
I'ma chop shop
Got that ass jumping like she playing hop scotch
Got some homies on the block playing cop watch
Money coming so damn fast i need a stop
make believe my heart's still talking it's a cheap gift shop here you won't find meaning hang it up try to get sleep you gotta breath now you can't find
dark heart"
Oh tries to write his novel
Treats it like a gospel
All the words he tries to phrase
Are worlds away from him
Short on truths from him
I ain't your regular rapper who
Just be talking shit
Listen to it a lil' closer
Hear the gospel in it
How I maneuver through the
Studio is hallelujah
cut to the coke when I'm cooking the pot
Drugs, bitch! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
cookin' the pot, c'mon
Drugs, bitch, I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up
the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I
the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
We just tryna get it right
Pardon my page turns
Ez what up
Yo
See I deserve a Stellar Award for how I spit the gospel
Lines
Even with the money imma still hit up the thrift shop
And I ain't only talkin money when I'm makin profits
I never care bout what they think if I'm just
classical, gospel, and hip hop
Black history is non-stop-
From the church pews to the front page news of Time magazine
Black history is seen- felt, and heard
stickin'
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
We at the Jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
One word could change the nation
No doubt!
[Hook]
the man who grips the gospel gun
While the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground
Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around
I
John Foreman
A livin' baptism in the river of Jordan
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well
stickin'
Razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em
We at the Jam direct
The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration
One word could change the nation
No doubt!
[Hook]
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